Chapter 347: The Ancient Void Dragon Tribe!





"Damn it!"

Hun Tiandi clenched his teeth, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.

He glanced between Gu Yuan and the distant allied army, seemingly weighing his options.

On the battlefield, the chaos continued, with war cries echoing endlessly.

The three Hun Clan Ancestors, Hun Tiansheng and his peers, were being ruthlessly suppressed by Yan Jin and Lei Ying, struggling bitterly in their fight.

Having undead bodies, they could not hold out for too long. Now, facing two late-stage eight-star Dou Saint powerhouses, they were on the verge of collapse.

Boom!

Yan Jin unleashed a palm strike, sending forth surging flames. The flames, dark red, exuded a scorching heat so intense that the surrounding space twisted into a vacuum where it passed. Hun Tiansheng's face changed drastically. He quickly summoned a black barrier, but it shattered instantly under the fiery onslaught, dissolving into scattered starlight.

"Ugh!"

Spitting blood, he staggered backward. His withered body began to crack in countless places, as if it could fall apart at any moment.

At that moment, Lei Ying struck. Holding a lightning spear, he thrust forward with earth- shattering force, tearing through the void and leaving jagged fissures in its wake.

"Splurt!"

The spear pierced Hun Tiansheng's chest, sending a spray of blood into the air. He groaned, despair flashing in his eyes.

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The other two Hun Clan ancestors were shocked and rushed to help, but Yan Jin and Lei Ying coordinated seamlessly, keeping them firmly at bay.

Boom! Boom!

Lightning crackled, and flames roared. Theirs attacks rained down like a tempest, enveloping the three Soul Clan ancestors.

Hun Tiansheng and the others desperately tried to defend, but they were no match for the combined might of two late-stage eight-star Dou Saints. Their bodies began to shatter, black blood pouring out like a fountain.

"Ahhh!"

With a final, anguished scream, Hun Tiansheng's body exploded into countless specks of light, disappearing into the air. The other two were not much better off, their bodies riddled with wounds, their auras waning.

"It's over," Yan Jin said coldly, waving his hand. A fiery whip, crimson as blood, lashed out. As it swept through the air, the void distorted, radiating a searing heat.

Splurt! Splurt!

The whip coiled around the two Hun Clan ancestors like a snake, tearing them to pieces in an instant. They didn't even have time to scream before being reduced to ash, scattered across the sky.

Several massive figures descended from the heavens, each radiating an overwhelming and terrifying aura.

At the forefront stood a mature curvaceous beauty.

"She finally arrived with reinforcements."

Gu Fei's eyes lit up with joy.

Zi Yan led a dozen Dou Saint elders from the Ancient Void Dragon Tribe, their presence

imposing.

This force alone was enough to crush any ancient clan except for the Hun Clan and the Gu

Clan.

Boom!

Zi Yan charged ahead, throwing a punch. The sky darkened as countless purple lightning bolts gathered, forming a giant thunder dragon that roared toward the Hun Clan forces.

Splurt! Splurt!

Wherever the thunder dragon passed, countless Hun Clan warriors were torn apart, their bodies dissolving into a bloody mist. The sight was utterly gruesome.

The other Ancient Void Dragon Tribe elders also joined the fray, unleashing astonishing

power. Some simply used their mighty dragon bodies, while others used secret techniques,

forcing the Hun Clan fighters into a desperate retreat.

This sudden reinforcement shifted the battle dramatically.

The Six-Clan Alliance, already brimming with morale, surged with even greater momentum.

"Kill!"

A chorus of battle cries filled the skies as the Six-Clan Alliance pressed forward, swarming the Hun Clan army like a tidal wave.

The Hun Clan forces, in contrast, fell into chaos, their morale plummeting. Many of them, realizing the situation was dire, fled in all directions.

Soon, the high-ranking members of the Hun Clan were either dead or grievously wounded,

with only a few still offering resistance.

The Six-Clan Alliance cut through the Hun Realm like a knife through butter, slaughtering countless Hun Clan members. The ground was soaked in blood.

The entire realm was engulfed in an atmosphere of bloodshed and slaughter. Meanwhile, following Xiao Chen's lead, Xiao Yan rushed across the Hun Realm.